When the day dawned, the wet mist spread among the mountains and forests, and the distant mountains and forests were shrouded in the mist, like a fairyland. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Crystal dew drops rolled down from the dead vines, and fluttering birds chirped, adding a lot of vitality and vitality to the mountain forest.

The explosions and gunshots resounded all night in the mountains, and the mountains were quiet again, and the teams of blood-red devil soldiers were exhausted by the toss, and they cautiously searched along the winding mountain pass.

The night faded, and the light returned to the earth, and these haggard devil soldiers looked a lot more relaxed, compared to the endless attacks in the night, the day gave them an inexplicable sense of security.

Yang Ling's hundreds of brothers were divided into nearly 100 attacking teams, distributed throughout the way of the devil's retreat, using various means to attack and harass the devils, and the tossing devils were miserable.

For the first time, the arrogant devils felt the fear of the night, and the rifles in their hands could not give them any sense of security, and they had to keep an eye on the darkness all the time to avoid being attacked.

But even though they raised the level of alert to the maximum, there were still many loopholes in the marching ranks, and the attacks were sometimes cold guns, sometimes bombs were thrown.

The devil troops, who had to travel overnight, had to watch their feet, at first the explosions were powerful mines, and then they were camouflaged traps.

Those trap pits are full of sharpened bamboos, and once a soldier who walks in front of them accidentally falls into them, those sharp bamboos can penetrate the entire body of a person.

There were many devil soldiers who saw the pathfinders who were carried down from the front, they did not die immediately, they were still alive when they were brought out, but it was more painful than dead.

They wailed in pain when they stepped on the trap, and their chests were pierced by five sharpened bamboos, and the tips of the bamboos dripping with blood made the ghost soldiers who saw this scene creepy.

They cursed the attackers in their hearts, and at the same time swore in their hearts that if they stepped into such a trap, they would rather kill themselves than suffer in pain.

In contrast to these traps, the attackers who hide in the night will strip off their dead people's clothes and put them on, and then quietly blend into their ranks.

The entire team was in a state of high tension, their eyes fixed on the explosions and gunshots, but unaware that their attackers were already disguised beside them.

The 6th Brigade, numbering thousands of soldiers, pulled the troops for miles along the rugged mountain road, not caring for the end.

Many of the soldiers were unfamiliar with the rest of the troops, except for the people they knew from their own detachment or squad, and the chaos caused by the attack made them unaware that the enemy had sneaked up on them.

And Yang Ling took advantage of the dark night to boldly disguise and blend in, and many brothers blended into the team of devils, sometimes touching their ammunition boxes to detonate grenades, and sometimes snatching machine guns and firing wildly.

Although most of these death squad-like brothers died on the spot, the chaos and casualties they caused to the devils increased exponentially, so that the devils now no longer trust outsiders except for their own team.

Because those who spoke Japanese were also unreliable, one of their lieutenants had his neck cut off by an assailant who knew Japanese and was disguised as a herald.

And the hateful thing is that the person who attacked them actually ran away in the night, which made them very angry and angry.

Those ubiquitous attacks have made the devil soldiers, who have never paid attention to the Chinese army, suffer enough, and almost go crazy.

The road they evacuated from Minshan to Ruichang had never expected to be so difficult, and they had not yet walked out of the mountainous area that could have been passed in three hours.

But to the good news of these devil soldiers, the day dawned, and the biggest reliance of those attackers disappeared, and these angry devil soldiers believed that in such a daytime, as long as they dared to attack, they would definitely let the other party have no return.

Indeed, as the devils expected, it was dawn, and Yang Ling and the attackers, who had run out of bullets and thrown grenades, did not dare to approach those heavily guarded devils.

Although they are like fish in water at night, they can sneak attack those devils in countless ways, even if the devils are well guarded, it is useless, but during the day, their advantage is gone.

The devil's individual soldier literacy is very high, his marksmanship is also very high, and the coordination and cooperation of the detachment are even more proficient.

So after dawn, Yang Ling, who had frequently tossed the big night, began to retreat to the predetermined location, giving up the idea of attacking during the day.

Although Yang Ling and the others quietly withdrew, the traps left behind still existed, and the devil's marching speed was not much faster.

The spearhead squad at the front of the line had changed a lot of stubble in just a few hours, and their predecessors were not injured or disabled, and their condition was miserable.

While being a pioneer has always been a dangerous task, at this moment, in the face of ubiquitous danger, this danger has risen to a limit.

The detachment of the top soldiers of Jun Cao Dajiao Guanyi had just been rotated half an hour ago, and the previous detachment of the top soldiers had lost five of them and three of them had lost their combat effectiveness and had to be replaced.

Dajiao Guanyi is a veteran who has fought many tough battles, and more than 10 Chinese officers and soldiers have been killed by his own hands, so he has rich combat experience.

But when he received the task of searching for the top soldiers, he still couldn't help the corners of his mouth twitched, and the continuous casualties of the troops made veterans like him a little afraid to serve as a top soldier, but the commander's order made him have to bite the bullet.

Fearing heavy casualties from stepping on a mine again, the entire squad of spearmen dispersed, with four riflemen in front, a machine-gun support group in the middle, and four riflemen behind.

After marching in the mountains for so long, the steps of the big horn officer were as heavy as lead, and although he was tired for a while, he still beat his spirit and was alert to the situation around him.

"Huh?" The big horned Kanichi's eyes glanced at a large tree lying on the road in front of him, his pupils shrunk, realized the danger, and hurriedly let out a low cry.

The entire detachment of spearheads quickly lay down and hid like frightened birds, and began to look around to prevent the attackers from attacking.

The marching contingent of troops, which was about 100 meters behind the spearhead detachment, also stopped suddenly, pulled the bolts of their guns one after another, and began to be on alert, as if they were facing a great enemy.

"What's going on?" A half-crouched ensign hidden behind a rocky hill shouted.

"Sir, I suspect there's a tripping mine." The bighorn officer replied.

They didn't encounter this situation much last night, seeing those big trees lying on the road, they subconsciously moved to the side of the road, but as soon as they moved, they exploded with a bang, killing and wounding many people, and now they have to be careful.

"Request for engineering support." The second lieutenant gave the order, and one of the ghost soldiers immediately got up and ran towards the back of the group.

Soon more than a dozen devil sappers arrived at the scene under the cover of machine guns, and after repeatedly confirming that there was no ambush in the surrounding woods, they stepped forward to deal with it.

But after waiting nervously for a long time, the engineer lieutenant shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly, "Nothing." ”

It's true that there is nothing, because this is just a fake trap tree that has been put down, and to scare the devils, Yang Ling and their ammunition have long been exhausted.